[His own weapon feels familiar in his hand, fingers taught around its hilt. There's something in Noctis he senses, despite the grandstanding; a hesitation of sorts, betrayed by the way the young man simply hasn't attacked him yet. Was the revelation of him truly being the one who killed the girl named Lunafreya not enough? Did Noctis still require truth after painful truth dumped into his lap, to spark his ire further?
Is that what Ardyn really wanted? (No, screams a part of him, tethered still to this life he leads. Friends, family, people who had grown close to him over the years. Noctis once was (is still??) one of them.
Yes, rages the rest of him, churning with that secondhand bitterness, writhing with the inability to know what to do with the images upon images forced into his head. The part of him that says it's just easier to be this way, he had been this way for so long a lifetime ago, what was the point in trying to be anything else other than the Usurper himself?)
Nothing has had time to reconcile itself. The two sides clash and tear into each other, unsettling him further. Irritating him, unravelling him, and suddenly all Ardyn wants Noctis to do is to attack him. He doesn't want to think about it any more.]
Let me do you the honor of trying to help you remember.
[The words are like acid, they're like he wave of a storm crashing against itself, and in a sudden movement, Ardyn lunges forward with surprising speed, swinging his blade at Noctis.]
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Is that what Ardyn really wanted? (No, screams a part of him, tethered still to this life he leads. Friends, family, people who had grown close to him over the years. Noctis once was (is still??) one of them.
Yes, rages the rest of him, churning with that secondhand bitterness, writhing with the inability to know what to do with the images upon images forced into his head. The part of him that says it's just easier to be this way, he had been this way for so long a lifetime ago, what was the point in trying to be anything else other than the Usurper himself?)
Nothing has had time to reconcile itself. The two sides clash and tear into each other, unsettling him further. Irritating him, unravelling him, and suddenly all Ardyn wants Noctis to do is to attack him. He doesn't want to think about it any more.]
Let me do you the honor of trying to help you remember.
[The words are like acid, they're like he wave of a storm crashing against itself, and in a sudden movement, Ardyn lunges forward with surprising speed, swinging his blade at Noctis.]